Eat you inside out like stress...You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name / I take it out your ass and charge it to the game

London is always fun, obviously, but something about Glasgow really speaks to me. Usually what it says, though, is "Let's get wasted."

I've been college, but to be truthfully frank, weed is knowledge because it makes me think

Leibniz mapped the principles concerning the conservation of energy, but nobody has yet scientifically diagrammed the conservation of emotion - have they? How is this subsumed pain vented? Is it released in my art? I hope so, but I also suspect that it's emitted in my sleep.

I enjoy watching children interact with the world, the way they engage their environment without any filters, learned models, or cynicism.

Eat you inside out like stress...You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name / I take it out your ass and charge it to the game

I often yearn to regress into a state that's slightly more atavistic than my decades of conditioning generally allow, but it's difficult to let go of those reigns.